One day Caulifla was hanging around Universe 6. There was an evil bad saiyan named Artichi standing in the distance who had a lot of money. He was wearing an expensive black suit, almost shining like polished gemstone. He wore gold around his neck and wore a gaudy ring. He was even flipping a gold coin on his thumb to flaunt his wealth. Show off... Caulifla was in debt, so she needed to find a way to earn some cash.
"Hey there, big boy." Caulifla said. "You have a lot of money, huh?
Artichi shifted his eyes toward her without moving his head. His eyes trailed her from up to down, then he rolled them.
"Hey! Don't ignore me, guy! I'm looking for a way to earn some cash!"
Artichi yawned. "I dunno, girlie. Y'dont got much to offer me."
Caulifla smiled seductively, but her hideously gigantic eyes made it look goddamn retarded. "Oh, I think we can work something out." She tried rubbing her stupid looking inflatable tube-man arms on his thigh to turn him on. Artichi was not impressed. He backhanded her with a genuinely muscular arm that looks like an actual fighter's arm. The impact sent her tumbling into a nearby building. The crash of shattering windows ripped through their ears.
"Don't touch me ya fuckin slime!" He said. Then he felt the warm tickle of Caulifla's blood on the back of his hand. Artichi sucked in a quick hiss of breath, and removed a small white cloth from his breast pocket. He dabbed away her filthy blood and casually tossed the soiled cotton behind him.
Caulifla pulled herself from the rubble, cold jagged stone and glass rolled off her freakish pool-noodle shaped torso. She wasn't smiling anymore. She now looked angry and ready for a fight.
"Alright tough guy. You want a fight? Well, I'll give you a fight you won't ever forget." Caulifla gave herself a tingly feeling above her ass and went Super Saiyan. Caulifla shot straight at Artichi like gunfire. Her eyesight blurred as she broke past the speed of light. Wind dragged against her skin, screeching at her ears. Caulifla rolled her hand into a fist, pulled her arm back for a punch and let loose with wild abandon.
Direct hit!
…
With a brick wall right behind Artichi. Artichi had ducked her blow and escaped unscathed, quickly brushing dust and pulverized stone from his pristine suit jacket. Caulifla was on her knees, her arm elbow deep into the crushed brick wall. Her fist was badly broken and discharging blood in deep red ribbons along her skin. Artichi stomped roughly on her spine, causing her to cry in pain.
"This isn't fair!" Screamed Caulifla. "I'm a prodigy! The best in my entire universe! I'm supposed to win!"
"Ya dumb bitch!" Artichi stomped on her back again, a hair's breadth from breaking the spinal column. "Lemme tell ya a legend from a neighborin' universe of two saiyan children. Their names were Goten and Trunks.
Caulifla glared. This man, this full of himself prick wanted to lecture her? No. No way! She was Universe 6's strongest fighter! She would beat him! Caulifla roared something guttural and spun. The bones in her hand felt like broken glass, but she dragged them through the brick wall, carrying her momentum for a spinning backhand. Artichi caught the strike with his open palm and squeezed. Caulifla wailed in agony. Her shattered hand bones were being forced deep through her tissue, threatening to poke out the other end.
"Stop!" Artichi said. "And listen, fer yer own sake. Goten n' Trunks were goddamn prodigies. They say Goten became a super saiyan by accident when he was only 7 years old, and Trunks transformed before him. They were strong, but y'know what happened when they were tested?"
Caulifla glared at Artichi but stayed quiet.
"They got beat! 'Cause fer all their power, they never earned their keep! Their arrogance n' inexperience got 'em nearly killed. They got their asses saved by true warriors who pushed themselves passed their limits fer years! And you, bitch? You aint that! Ya got handed some piss easy wins in yer goddamn tournament but you didn't earn yer keep. That's why when push comes t'shove y'aint got what it takes. Y'got power but y'never worked for it. Yer second rate."
Artichi released Caulifla's hand and stepped back. She had stopped fighting. She knew that he was right. She was a failure. How could she have been so blind? It was obvious.
Caulifla fell to the ground face first and sobbed. Days later, Kale found her dead. She OD'd and killed herself. Kale realized why. It was because Caulifla was a loser. She took her own life, and soon Kabba did the same. Champa felt bad so he wished on the dragonballs that Beerus never came to Earth and that GT was cannon because even that terrible dumpster fire of a TV show was of superior quality to Dragonball Super.
The End
A/N I hope I have opened your eyes, Super fans. The show is OBJECTIVELY terrible. Good day.